They had to get their sexy on sometime. Right people? Talk to me. Oh and happy Halloween!
They ate dinner animately talking about Regina's experience living in Granada and Emma's trip to Napa while Emma shamelessly finished everything on her plate. They cleared the table together and washed a few dishes before Regina moved them back to the family room and opened a fresh bottle of wine.
Once they had snuggled into the couch, Regina snuck a glance at Emma, who had grown a little quiet. The blonde had taken off her boots and was sitting in the corner of the leather coach with her legs tucked under her, picking at the seam of her sweater. Regina reached out and grabbed the busied hand, sandwiching it between her own and then tugged to get Emma to look up at her.
"Hey, are you still with me, blondie?"
"Yes, I'm here," Emma said in a small voice.
"How about this? I'll admit something to you if you tell me what's on your mind?"
"Mmm, that seems fair."
"Ok, well, this is a little embarrassing, but I haven't been with anyone in a very long time."
"Like, how long?"
Regina closed her eyes, willing the courage to form more words, Emma thought.
"It's been four years since I've really been intimate with anyone, and it's been even longer since I've been with someone I really cared for," Regina said, breathing out a sigh.
Emma flipped their hands so hers was on top, and she soothed her thumb across Regina's wrist.
"Thank you for telling me that. I have two questions," Emma said, waiting for Regina to nod her agreement before continuing. "Have you not wanted to be with anyone or just too busy to really think about it, or…"
"I think after losing what felt like the one person who ever really got me, despite whatever wasn't perfect in our relationship, part of me just sort of… went into hibernation. I didn't have the desire to date or go out looking for love. And I had Henry and my work, and I guess I thought that was enough."
"Was it?" Emma asked gently.
"No. It seems it wasn't. I was lonely. But I think I knew I'd feel even more alone being with someone who wasn't the real thing. I wasn't looking for a warm body to fill the role of my partner. I think I needed someone to redefine the role. And that's not so easy to find," Regina said, appraising green eyes to see if she'd said too much.
"You said you had a second question."
"No, uh, you answered all my questions. Thank you for telling me that."
"Ok, well, now it's your turn. What gives? What's happening in there," Regina said, gesturing to Emma's head and letting her hand fall into a princess curl and gently rake her fingers through it.
"I hope this won't make you think less of me. But it's just, I guess I'm kind of pinching myself because it's hard for me to believe someone like you would be interested in someone like me. And I'm not fishing for a compliment here, and I don't want to sound pathetic, but you asked me what I was thinking. And that's what was in my head. I just, you are so sophisticated, and you have all this, and you're kind of made-for-TV-beautiful, and I'm…me. I'm just trying to figure it out," Emma said, fighting the urge to cover her eyes.
Regina was quiet, and Emma was sure she'd blown it, her words to Ruby bouncing around her head.
But them Regina lifted their still-joined hands and kissed her knuckles.
"I'm fighting off the urge to be hurt, for feeling like you're underestimating me, but I really do understand. I know I still have so much to learn about you, and you have so much to learn about me, but one thing you need to know right now is that all this," she said, waving her hands around her, "means absolutely nothing. When you're alone, you're alone, and none of this will protect you from that. And I learned that from a very young age, which is how I think I ended up with Daniel in the first place. I wanted out of this life because I saw how superficial it was. I wanted to be with someone who saw me for me, not my family's money or anything else."
Emma nodded, feeling a little abashed.
"That makes perfect sense. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Regina shook her head.
"You didn't. As far as you're concerned, Emma, you may not have grown up in a traditional home with the kind of wealth and overindulgence that I did, but I can tell you that it takes more than genetics to be a cultured and sophisticated person. Just because you're rich doesn't mean you're generous, and just because you have a family doesn't mean you're loved and supported. Sometimes things aren't what they seem."
"You may not be refined in a traditional sense, but you are passionate, intelligent, educated, not to mention street smart. And those happen to be qualities I value more than status or refinery. Plus, there's one more thing," she said, dragging a hand down her cheek. "You make me feel something I have not felt in… maybe ever."
"Before, in the kitchen, what I said to you," Regina said softly, meeting Emma's eyes and taking a deep breath. "It means, 'You have no idea how effortlessly beautiful you are or how much I want to take you in my arms and never let you go.'"
Emma sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the power of Regina's words and confessions—her raw honesty about her feelings—surging through her like warm water in her veins. The words tumbled around in her head like clothes in a dryer, but before she could let herself overthink them or douse them with insecurities, she found both of Regina's hands and met her eyes.
"Well, you better do it then," Emma said, as a slow smile creeping across her face and up to her eyes.
Regina pulled her close, wrapped her arms tightly around Emma, and dug her nose into the snuggly spot where her neck and shoulder met. Regina breathed her in, feeling slightly emotionally winded.
"Closer," Emma whispered, pulling Regina flush against her so their bodies met at their bellies and their breasts. And the air between them began to thicken and heat, going from caring and sweet to sensual and rapturous in a hair's breath.
"Emma, I badly want to kiss you, but I'm afraid if I do, I won't be able to stop myself from doing more," Regina said, her fingertips tickling the skin at the base of Emma's spine.
The blonde pulled back, just enough to look at Regina's face. She drew her hand up to her face, ghosting her forefinger along the groove of the scar on Regina's lip.
"How did you get this scar? Emma said, words drawn and slow.
"When I was a girl, I was holding my cat in the back yard. She was a mean old cat named Maleficent who only liked me. The neighbor's dog, Pongo, attacked her, and I got caught in the middle."
Emma nodded minutely, continuing to touch the scar with the pad of her finger.
"Regina. Kiss me. And don't stop."
"Are you sure you're ready for—"
Emma surged in, capturing the brunette's full lips in breathless kiss. She swept her tongue into Regina's mouth, and they just luxuriated in each other's mouths, losing themselves in long, sensual kisses that left them gasping for air and struggling to think coherent thoughts.
"Whatever this is," Emma said, standing up and pulling Regina off the couch with her, "I'm ready for it."
"OK," Regina said, her face fixed with a crooked smile and wide eyes.
She guided Emma upstairs, down the hall, and into the master suite, flicking on a desk lamp. Emma noticed that the room wasn't as perfectly choreographed as the rest of the house, as though Regina didn't spend much time in there. It was hued with warm, creamy colors, adorned with a huge, shaker-style four-poster bed with a thick slate blue duvet.
Regina perched gently against the bed and beckoned Emma from her spot at the doorway. The blonde moved toward her, the blood surging in her ears, arousal already making it hard to focus. When she reached her, she laced their fingers together and pushed in for another kiss.
They pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes.
"Regina, I'm nervous," she confessed with a small laugh. "It's been a long time for me too, and I'm…"
Emma pulled one of their woven hands to her chest and splayed Regina's fingers across her breast bone so she could feel her pounding heart. Regina mimicked her action so Emma's hand laid across her chest, recording the same high-paced thrum.
"Do you still want to do this?" Regina said softly, no edges in her voice.
Emma nodded.
"I can't think of ever wanting anything more."
She planted one knee next to Regina's right thigh and the other by her left and kissed her soundly. She was sure she'd never felt softer lips on hers. And then Regina's tongue was in her mouth, and it was dizzying. The brunette began to kiss and nip her way down the column of Emma's slender throat, pulling tiny sighs and moans from her.
Emma could feel Regina's fingertips at the hem of her sweater, itching to do something.
"Take it off," Emma told her.
Regina gripped the sweater more firmly, tugging it over Emma's head, and tossed it on the floor. Suddenly, Regina slid Emma off her and stood, pulling off her own sweater in the process. She then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her body. She helped Emma out of her jeans too, until they were both standing in just their bra and panties.
The brunette reached back and unhooked her own bra, letting it slide down her arms and fall to the floor, and Emma did the same.
They stood there for a moment without touching, and Regina plied her body was a reverent gaze, which was almost too intense to take.
"Emma, you are so incredibly beautiful."
"So are you."
"Can I…" Regina breathed, an arm raising of its own volition.
"Touch me, Regina."
The brunette started a finger at Emma's shoulder and trailed it lightly down her arm. Then she began again, this time at the center of her collarbone and dragged it across her body. Then she brought her other hand up, this time using the pads of her fingers and letting them roam from her neck down to the swell of her breast until she got to the nipple and met Emma's eyes as she touched it.
Emma sucked in an audible breath—she was sure she had never felt or experienced anything this intimate in her life, and it was making her feel vulnerable and overheated.
"Are you ok?" Regina whispered, cutting through the sexual tension that was coming to a rolling boil.
"Yes," Emma said in a puff of air. "Are you?"
"Mmm, yes."
Emma looked so young and beautiful, tugging her lip between her teeth nervously, that Regina surged in to take her in her arms. The hug was meant to be fierce and protective, but now their naked bodies touched at their thighs, stomachs, and breasts, and the heat was just too much. Emma attacked Regina's mouth, and they kissed passionately, their tongues slipping into each other's mouths.
Emma started to kiss and suck and Regina's neck under her ear and latched her lips at her pulse point, coaxing sexy breaths and sounds from the woman. Regina took a few steps to the bed and gently pushed at Emma's shoulders, signaling for her to lay down. She climbed onto the bed and laid down next to her. Emma wanted so badly for Regina to climb on top of her, to feel the soft heat of her skin covering her, but Regina knew that would intensify and speed up their first time together.
Instead she resumed feeling Emma, mapping out her body, first with her fingers and hands and then with her mouth and tongue, working the blonde into a frenzy. She pinched her nipples, licked down her tummy, squeezed her ass, tickled her ribs, nipped at her neck, memorizing Emma by using her eyes, fingers, and mouth to learn her. Time seemed lost to Emma as Regina discovered her—it was maddening and delicious all at once, and she could ever remember being as present in the moment as she was with in these timeless moments between them.
But when Regina started sucking intently on her left nipple, her hand stroking at her right hip bone, and Emma felt her arousal pooling between her legs, and that's when she reached her limit.
"Regina, come here," she said, pulling her on top of her.
Their bodies fit together, felt so warm, and Emma wanted to be under this woman forever, she thought. She cupped Regina's face and kissed her, trying to convey everything she felt.
Regina reached her hand between their bodies and slip her fingers into her wetness, and they both gasped.
"You feel so good, Emma. God. It's…."
"Amazing," Emma said.
For several minutes, Regina just touched her there, swirling her fingers, learning what she liked most, until Emma was making incoherent sounds, whimpering, and whispering Regina's name. Regina entered her with two fingers, and Emma clenched her eyes shut and tipped her head back, her blonde curls splayed across the pillow, and the sight was impossibly sexy.
"Emma, open your eyes. Stay with me."
Green eyes fluttered open, locking on Regina's.
"I'm here," Emma said between staccato breaths.
Then Regina began pulling her fingers out and pushing them back in with conviction, grazing her thumb across her clit. Emma knew she couldn't last. It had been too long and this felt too good, her walls already clenching and grabbing at Regina's fingers. The brunette could see Emma was fighting to hold out, her jaw slightly fixed and her abs so tight.
"Just relax. Let me make you feel good. I want you to cum."
Emma sighed, giving her body permission to climax.
"Oh God, Regina. That feels… Holy shit!"
Regina held her steady, watching transfixed as Emma came, her body twitching and shuddering before falling back limply.
When she was completely relaxed, Regina snuggled into her body languidly. Emma tried to reverse their positions, but Regina wouldn't give any ground. She was so worked up and she badly needed release, but looking at Emma so open, so relaxed, she knew nothing could feel better than just being close to her right now. In this moment, Emma felt like hers.
"Regina, I want to make you feel good too."
"You will," she said, burrowing further into Emma's body. "You will. We have all night."